I’d ask her if He was prone to be disinclined to certain personality types, did He tend to shy away from those who were verbose? Was He easily annoyed? What were His favorite foods? Did he like to sleep or was He prone to staying awake into the wee hours? Was His tendency to be melancholy or enthusiastic? What were His eyes like? In short, what were His human qualities that were so identifiable with hers?
It sounds like you are well on your way to successfully walking the ways of Christ's greatest disciple. I think the questions you ask are the same types that the Apostles had to ask her! I imagine she was plied with hundreds of questions in the Upper Room before the Holy Spirit came upon them during Pentecost. Being the mother of God, she must have been very highly regarded while alive. Yet, her humility (much like her spouse's, the Holy Spirit) keeps her largely as a side charecter in the narratives of the Gospel. There is a lot of fruitful meditation that can be had on the subject of their humility.
One of my favorite scenes in The Passion of The Christ is the scene where He finished crafting the table that was a little higher than normally used at the time, and the dialogue between Him and her consists of Him trying to convince her that it’s the wave of the future, and her shaking her head in a loving manner, indicating that she thinks ‘it’ll never catch on.’
I enjoyed that scene, too! I also liked the scene where Christ was tied up in the basement, reaching up to the ceiling, while Mary was on the floor of the next level, sensing her Son below her. I cannot begin to imagine the suffering she underwent, seeing all of the good her Son did and watching the religious institution slowly kill Him right before her eyes. "A sword shall also pierce your heart" was certainly a prophesy pointing to this pain.
I rarely prayed the Rosary. When I did, I tired to pray it slowly, and to concentrate on the Mysteries associated with the decades. Probably one of the reasons I didn’t take praying the Rosary more seriously, is that every time I heard it prayed, people were rushing through it or monotonously mouthing the prayers.
There are many forms of prayer. For many people, the rosary is truly an effective tool in meditating on Christ. If it seems to work for you, you should continue to use it, despite what some Catholics practice. I prefer the Psalms, but I have found the rosary effective at times. If you feel close to Mary because you share an affinity for her Son, then there is nothing wrong with praying with her to our Lord. I can't imagine Jesus being unhappy with someone who loves His mother.
Regards
Nicely put, and I couldn't agree more!
"I cannot begin to imagine the suffering she underwent, seeing all of the good her Son did and watching the religious institution slowly kill Him right before her eyes. "A sword shall also pierce your heart" was certainly a prophesy pointing to this pain."
When I was a kid, it was the practice to cover the Crucifix and all the statues with a silken, purple cloth. I can't remember if that occurred one or two weeks before Easter Sunday, but it had a very powerful effect on me.
As Lent drew to a close and we began to concentrate more on the narratives of His Passion, an enormous desire to punish the Romans who had so abused Him, welled up inside of me in a very intense and vivid way. I never had to be coaxed, in any way, in to loving Christ. He was my Protector and my insuperable Hero from the very beginning. You'll have to forgive the quality of my reflections, should they seem jejune to you. My love for Christ was formed in this way.
Jo kus, when I was 20 years old, I lost my youngest brother. His name was Patrick, he was 7 years old, and he was hit and killed by his school bus about 25 yards or so from our house. He was born on March 23, 1969, so he would have turned 37 years old, a few weeks past, had he lived.
His little friends came running up the driveway, yelling 'Patrick's been hit by the bus', and when my Mom and I ran to him, she dropped to her knees to attend to him, and felt the life draining from his little arms. I'm often reminded of Our Lord's Blessed Mother, when that scene replays itself in my thoughts. He was a sweet boy who was wounded easily, and loved his sister a lot and wasn't shy about showing it.
I tell you this, not to gain your empathy, but to remember him, and all who have passed from this world, especially at this moment, because Easter Sunday draws nigh.